Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"I think so..." Just as Xing Qingjiu was about to agree, he felt a hand on his shoulder. His vaunted senses couldn't sense anyone's presence, but the warmth on his shoulder was real and heavy. His brow furrowed, his inner alarm rising. He tried to turn his head, but the pressure on his shoulder made him stiff, his neck as if restrained, unable to move.

"Alright, don't turn around, don't look over here, and don't ask me anything. I can't interact with you in any way," a deep, hoarse voice came from behind him. "Just listen. Um... just think of it as an influx of information. After all, this is a miracle allowed by the law of large numbers."

"High-throughput sequencing, one of the key technologies for ancestral analysis, won't become widely available until five years from now. Today's inefficient Sanger sequencing methods can't process large numbers of samples, nor can they provide sufficient genetic marker data for ancestral analysis." The old voice slowly rose, but Xing Qingfeng couldn't help but feel it was familiar. "There's no point in conducting ancestral analysis now; the accuracy is too low."

"Well, that's all I have to say. Although you completed the first closed loop last time, allowing me to observe this choice in this way, it's still been a while since I've been able to speak to you," the voice said casually. "I just wanted to say hello this time. That's all. I'm leaving now."

As the sound faded, the pressure on Xing Qingqi's shoulders instantly vanished. He turned abruptly, the sunlight casting a warm golden glow on his face, but there was no one before him, as if the sound and touch had never existed. Only a gentle breeze passed through the surrounding treetops, gently picking up a few fallen leaves and quietly drifting them into the sky.

"Xing? Xing?" Kenneth's voice broke the silence. "What's going on? The communication magic is working normally..."

"Ah, it's nothing. I was just distracted," Xing Qingfeng replied casually, his mind still tangled in the past. He thought for a moment and decided not to reveal what had just happened to Kenneth. "There's no need to have Weber contact the agency. The current level of technology is not good enough. It will take five years before it can be put into use."

"Ha... Even though I know you're from the future," Kenneth sighed with a smile, "every time I hear you talk about what technology will appear in so many years, it still feels a bit unrealistic."

"Then there's probably only one way left," Xing Qingyu nodded absentmindedly. He said nonchalantly, "Continue to study that magician. Didn't you catch another local magician this time? Let's investigate."

After saying that, Xing Qingqiu cut off the communication, but his mind was still lingering on what had just happened. His brows furrowed slightly, and he muttered to himself:

"We can't interact in any way. Why can't we..." He bit his lower lip, trying to sort out his thoughts. "And what does the emergence of information mean? Why does it involve the law of large numbers..."

"We know the technology will be ready in five years, which means we can at least use some means to predict the future. But what does it mean to have completed the first closed loop...?"

"Damn it, why are they all riddlers?" Xing Qingyu couldn't help but curse. "How can I guess with just this little information?"

"Think carefully, whether it's Lord Niu or Schrödinger..." Xing Qingfeng continued to think, "When they tell riddles, each one is more difficult to solve than the other..."

"Can't you just explain things to me straight out? Don't you want to, or can't you?"

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This part of the story is officially over. There is a little suspense at the end. Looking back at the amount of information released so far, it should be able to maintain the sense of mystery while not leaving people confused and without any guesswork.

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Volume 20: Symbiotic Relationships: . The Family's Only Remaining Bloodline

Xing Qingyu ultimately decided to put those questions aside for now. After all, his fragmented thinking had already enabled him to divide his thoughts into hundreds of threads, so there was no need to force himself to reach a clear conclusion within a few days. He could simply leave these questions in the background and ponder them slowly, breaking them down into separate threads.

Experiments conducted in recent days have finally exposed the contradiction: Generally speaking, many clues in the experiments seem to point to bloodline, suggesting that bloodline is very likely one of the necessary factors in sacrificial rituals.

But on the other hand, they encountered a particularly strange exception: Isidro, an old man whose ancestry showed no trace of South American indigenous people. No matter how they looked through his family tree, dug into his family history, or even used simple genetic engineering and magic to verify it, the results consistently showed that this guy was a pure Spanish.

This particular case, which is completely contrary to the general phenomenon, is obviously a special case.

——Special cases mean the unknown, which means that there must be other factors beyond one's own cognition at work. In biological research, this phenomenon generally means that countless SCIs are waving to oneself... I mean, it is a big step towards discovering results.

After a long journey, their clues finally led back to the old man Isidro. After all, he was a special being, a pure Spanish, who had once controlled the entire sacred land of Cusco, and even became a local figure. This undoubtedly made Isidro the most valuable clue in the hands of Xing Qingjiu and Kenneth. This meant that Kenneth's imprisonment would continue, and he had to continue to find ways to modify Isidro's cognition so that he could slowly spit out some things -

——But before that, Xing Qingyu and his team had a recently captured magician on hand. Although Mexico should be considered as the Aztec rather than the Inca cultural circle in terms of geographical relationship, Xing Qingyu felt that this magician would definitely be able to pull out something from his mouth.

Based on the intelligence gathered during this period, Xing Qingfeng and the others had roughly figured out the magician's reason for coming to Cusco. He came to capture Weber's heart.

—In other words, he came to personally remove the heart of the magician captured by Isidro with an obsidian dagger, and use it as a blood sacrifice when he returned. This meant that he could have killed a lot of people.

This meant that Xing Qingjiu, the Minister of Justice, could lynch him without any psychological pressure.

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The Mexican magician's eyelids slowly lifted, his consciousness barely focused in the dim environment. The air was filled with the smell of mold and rust, which penetrated his lungs coldly and made him almost want to cough.

The small, enclosed room he now inhabited had no windows, its walls sealed off from him, swallowing up any possible airflow and light. It was pitch black, the only source of light coming from a cool lightbulb hanging above his head, emitting a faint blue-white glow.

He blinked hard a few times, trying to adjust his vision to the dimness, but even with his eyes open, the scene around him remained blurry. The skin on his wrists had already been swollen and reddened by the ropes, and every fiber felt like it was burning. His feet were also tightly tied to the chair legs, making it almost impossible to move them. The blood circulation in his ankles was cut off, and he gradually lost sensation, feeling as cold as a piece of dead wood.

His chest felt heavy, making it almost difficult to breathe. Hunger and dehydration had weakened his body. Over the past few days, he'd fallen into a trance several times, half dreaming, but his dreams were always interrupted by sudden pangs of hunger and fear, leaving him unable to truly rest. The hunger in his body grew stronger, and with each waking moment, he felt weaker and less able to concentrate.

But what afflicted him most wasn't any of this; it was the longing that sank deeper into his bones. A dull ache lingered deep within his body, his muscles and nerves trembling unconsciously. The craving gnawed at his remaining sanity like a malignant ulcer, a near-addictive pain spreading through his body and mind, like maggots burrowing in his heart. His hands were bound, unable to free themselves, and his throat was dry as a desert, no moisture able to soothe the agony.

This torture gradually wore away his consciousness, and his concept of time was completely destroyed in the darkness. There was no sunlight, no wind, not even the chirping of insects or human voices. It was as if the entire world was left with only him and that dim, cold light.

Just as he was at a loss, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the house, followed by the sound of the door unlocking. He raised his head and saw a tall man, shrouded in darkness. He could only vaguely make out that he was wearing a dark coat.

"Awake?" the man asked, but without waiting for a response, he raised his right hand, gripping two thin wires. The exposed copper wires gleamed faintly. The man's fingers slowly moved forward, gently touching—"Sizzle!" The moment the wires met, a sharp sound of electricity pierced the silence. A dazzling spark erupted from the copper wires, flashing a cold blue-white light, like a tiny lightning bolt exploding before his eyes.

The sound of electricity reverberated within the enclosed space, sounding particularly harsh. The magician's pupils suddenly constricted, and in an instant, he jolted awake from his weakened state. The sparks of electricity flickered before his eyes, accompanied by a faint smell of burning in the air, subtly stimulating his nerves.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions." The man's tone was playful, and even the magician could hear a hint of excitement. "You'd better be sensible, understand?"

The magician stared at him, his back stiff in his chair. His lips trembled as he tried to speak, but his parched throat couldn't form a complete sentence. The man, impatient, gently touched the wire again. A blue spark arced through the air. The sound of the electricity exploded in his ears like a warning, completely shattering his remaining resistance.

"I... I confess! I confess!" The magician finally couldn't help himself and shouted out in panic, his voice hoarse with a hint of despair, "I confess everything!"

"...Ah?" Xing Qingyu was stunned, staring at the completely collapsed magician in front of him with a little surprise. He didn't even react when the wire in his hand was inserted into his body. "Shouldn't you say something tough first?"

"I'll give you anything... Give it to me... Give it to me first..." The magician no longer cared about face or pretense, even his pride as a magician gradually crumbling. He muttered incoherently, panting rapidly, "... Just let me use magic... I can't stand it anymore... I really can't stand it..."

"This reaction... Oh, you're addicted to drugs, right?" Xing Qingyu looked at the magician and instantly understood what was going on with him.

The magician's eyes flickered, his expression becoming even more distorted. He tried to nod, but his neck was stiff, and the movement became a blurry struggle. His breathing was rapid, his chest heaving violently, and his body twitching violently in the chair.

"I'll tell you everything... I really will... Please," the magician said, his mind already hazy, barely able to distinguish day from night, and unable to tell whether the man before him would truly let him escape. The indescribable emptiness in his brain constantly clawed at his sanity, and he pleaded haltingly, his words almost incoherent. "That medicine, I want that medicine... Just give it to me, and I'll tell you everything..."

"I can't give it to you," Xing Qingfan replied coldly, "Besides, I can't get it now even if I want to."

"Then untie me... I won't resist... Let me use my magic..." The magician continued to beg incoherently. He trembled and licked his cracked lips with his tongue. The saliva in his mouth could no longer be controlled and flowed down the corners of his mouth, wetting the clothes on his chest. "I... I..."

His sanity further eroded by his addiction, and at this moment, he couldn't even form a complete sentence. Asking anything was completely impossible under the current circumstances. Xing Qingqiu frowned, pondering the situation. Asking Xing Qingqiu to actually give the magician some ice was absolutely impossible; Xing Qingqiu himself had a strong aversion to it.

Xing Qingyu stared coldly at the tragic scene before him, his brow furrowed in a look of disgust and disdain. He observed silently for a moment, then slowly placed his palm on the magician's head. A subtle wave of magical power emanated from his palm, gathering together and carefully sensing the magician's soul characteristics, then constructing a spiritual field.

——Then he simply pulled out his soul, leaving his body twitching in place.

"Now, can you answer the question?" Xing Qingfeng asked coldly, holding the magician's soul in one hand. "The drug addiction shouldn't be so severe as to affect the soul and spirit beyond the physical body, right?"

"Ah... eh...?" The magician hadn't realized what was happening yet. Xing Qingyu was too lazy to explain to him. He stuffed his soul back into his body and pulled it out again half a minute later.

“Now, let me ask again. I ask, you answer, OK?”

"I'll answer. I'll tell you everything..." Xing Qingqi held the magician's soul in his hand like a chicken. He temporarily regained his sanity and no longer wanted to experience the feeling of drug addiction. "As long as I know, I will tell you..."

"What are you doing here?" Xing Qingyu asked.

"I'm here to retrieve the magician's heart that Isidro captured," the magician replied quickly. "He doesn't like anyone disturbing him during the Sun Festival, and I was delayed by something, so I can only come after the Sun Festival."

"Oh, oh, I recovered the heart for a blood sacrifice," the magician tactfully explained before Xing Qingqi could ask further questions, "Our magic base requires a blood sacrifice in order to function properly."

"Aren't you... a magic family that migrated from Europe?" Xing Qingyu asked.

"Yes, our ancestors are indeed from Europe, but you should know that the ley lines in South America reject outsiders..." the magician said, "Although the best way for magicians from other places to avoid acclimatization is to intermarry with the locals, the ley lines in South America are even more special—"

"If we don't intermarry, we won't even gain control of the ley lines. However, if we intermarry with the locals, we will be able to use the local spiritual veins and will naturally choose a base that is more adapted to the local people."

"But the local magician here is clearly a pure-blooded Spanish." Xing Qingyu replied.

"Yes, yes, they are the most special," the magician said. "Somehow, they have managed to avoid acclimatization while ensuring the purity of their bloodline, and even gained control of the ley lines. They never intermarry with the locals. It is said that in order to ensure the purity of their bloodline, they long ago had the tradition of only marrying those sent by their Spanish family..."

"...No, their uniqueness can be traced back further." The magician fawned over Xing Qingjiu and told him everything he knew. His voice was filled with a desire to survive, as if he hoped to reveal more of the past so that the man before him would be a little more merciful. "Decades ago, before their family fell into decline, they were the head of all the South American magic families—"

"—This status isn't just established through strength," the magus continued. "In fact, all of us foreign families have signed contracts with them, binding us to unconditionally respect them as their masters. Rather than being independent families, we're simply vassals, allowing them to manage foreign spiritual lands."

"Ah, look, this brings up two more questions. Which one do you think I should answer first?" The magician knew his previous answers weren't enough, but he paused deliberately, smiling flatteringly. "Also, seeing how cooperative I am... can I..."

However, before he could finish his words, Xing Qingfu flipped his hand and stuffed his soul back into his body. This time, he kept it there for a full half an hour before pulling it out.

"Just answer the questions yourself. Don't think you can negotiate with me." Xing Qingfu's voice was as cold as ice, without a trace of mercy.

The magician trembled with fear, nodding humbly in front of Xing Qingqi like a chicken. "Yes... yes, please don't send me back... please..." His voice was as low as a whisper and trembling. "The contract our family signed with them can be traced back to when we first came to South America. I've read the family history records. At that time, we had nothing. We had no land veins, and we were not acclimatized to the local climate. It was difficult to use our magic base. The magicians of our ancestors were no different from ordinary people-"

"—Until de Valdés and his men, through some unknown means, instigated the native Aztec priests to launch the largest magic war in South America against the Inca." He shuddered. "My ancestors' records call it the War of the Crown of Honor, but further details are no longer available... And after the war, de Valdés, through some unknown means, annihilated the remaining Aztec priests and then summoned all foreign magicians—"

"—We signed a contract and served them as our master for generations. In exchange, they gave us land that we could continue to live on."

At this point, the magician, Qijiu Wuba, clearly didn't dare to slack off any further and continued timidly, "Decades ago, their family's position in South America was unchallenged. Both in name and in reality, they were like the overlords of the mysterious world of South America—"

"—Until more than a decade ago, their family was wiped out almost overnight, and the only one left was Isidro."

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Having written this far, I actually intend not only to answer the previous questions through this line of thought, but also to use the study of this magic family to complete the modern performance of the South American magic situation. After all, it stands to reason that foreign magicians can never compete with local magicians, and South American magicians are highly bound to secular power. When secular power is threatened, they will inevitably resist. The magicians of that era beat ordinary people... I can only say that I will try my best to make it sound reasonable.

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Volume 21: Symbiotic Relationships: . The villagers shared their nuclear fusion technology with you.

Inside the small, windowless room, a dead, oppressive silence hung heavy. The mottled plaster on the walls had long since fallen away, revealing the dark cement foundation. The magician's soul had been forcibly torn from his body and now hung suspended in mid-air. His face was pale, almost transparent, his eyes flickered, and his body trembled like a willow leaf swaying in the breeze.

"Nominally, they severed ties with the De Valdés family, their main family in Spain, a long time ago." The magician struggled to organize his words. "This incident caused quite a big stir back then. At least judging by the records of my ancestor who loved to watch the fun, he seemed to be quite amused at the time." He forced a grin, trying to smile, but the smile dissipated in mid-air like smoke, revealing a hint of stiffness and fear.

"But normally, in this situation, you should have absolutely no dealings with the main family..." The magician continued his explanation, his voice vague and dim. "...Just like our families, even if the main family doesn't pursue the matter, you can't expect to be recognized. Once you go to the Clock Tower, you'll just be treated as a commoner..."

"But they're different... Even though their family has nominally severed ties, they're still considered members of the De Valdés family in the Clock Tower." He glanced at Xing Qingjiu, and the magician's voice dropped again, as if he had finally realized his escape was impossible. He swallowed a mouthful of invisible saliva, and continued with a trembling voice, "We don't know what exactly happened back then."

"...Ah, I think I've strayed off topic." He suddenly realized he'd strayed off topic, his nerves tensing up again as he immediately returned to the point. "Anyway, it seems Isidro was in the Clock Tower at the time? That's why he narrowly escaped. In the end, he was the only one left in his family. This is my only guess."

"Logically, he should have married earlier to revitalize the family... But the old man has never married, nor has he adopted children from the main family or elsewhere. He has always lived alone. Originally, this has nothing to do with us. After all, if their family lineage is cut off, it would be good news for us... This means that the contract is automatically invalidated—"

"—Until more than a decade ago, he came to me." The magician finally brought the topic back to the point. "He had a heart, a magician's heart... and wanted to make a deal with me..."

"What deal?" Seeing that the magician was hesitant and reluctant to speak, Xing Qingqiu took the initiative to ask. He raised his hand slightly and exerted a little force on his palm. The magician's soul then shook, as if it would be stuffed back into the body that was suffering from drug addiction at any time.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you..." The magician's face was twisted with fear, his voice a sharp plea. His soul, in the dim light, seemed even paler and more powerless, as if it could collapse into a wisp of smoke at any moment. His voice trembled, as if he was desperately searching for an excuse to escape the pain that followed him everywhere.

"He brought the magician's heart and some foreign tourists to trade with me... for some junk I didn't need at all," the magician explained quickly, his voice trembling, as if he was afraid that if he delayed even a second, he would be sent back to his drug-addled body. "But he seemed to think that the junk was still useful, so I gave it to him directly—"

"—According to the contract, I should have given him these things unconditionally, but he actually gave me some magus' hearts. He's quite nice," the magus forced a stiff smile. "That's how our relationship ends. A simple transaction... No, it's more like a one-sided reward from him."

"What are the so-called scraps? What do you want the magician's heart for?" Xing Qingyu was quite keenly aware of what the magician was deliberately concealing and continued to ask.

"This... this involves the core secrets of our family's magical foundation..." The magician's soul trembled slightly, and his tone became increasingly hesitant. "I can swear, write a mandatory oath, to guarantee that these contents have nothing to do with the direction of your investigation..."

Before he could finish his words, Xing Qingqi lifted his hand, and the magician's soul was mercilessly pressed back into his battered body. The pain of drug addiction instantly assaulted his soul. His eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a broken groan. His fingers clenched the armrests of the chair, his knuckles turning white, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Xing," Kenneth also contacted Xing Qingjiu at this moment, "Remember to ask about the time when the Isidro family was destroyed."

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"I just used my Lord's authority to check the Clock Tower's archives and found Isidro's record," Kenneth explained. "He graduated and left the Clock Tower around the winter of 1948. Weber is quite concerned about this. He thinks the demise of the Isidro family may be related to this person."

"Well, I'll ask later," Xing Qingqi's eyes fell on the magician again, "I'll keep this guy quiet for a while."

He stood in the small room, watching the magician sullenly struggle in his chair as his drug addiction took over, his lips trembling and turning pale. After more than ten minutes, Xing Qingfeng moved his fingers slightly, slowly extracting his soul once again, allowing him a brief escape from this endless torture.

The magician half-floated in the air, his figure swaying slightly, as if he might disintegrate into smoke at any moment in this oppressive environment. His face was filled with deep fear, and his gray eyes lingered with the pain of recent drug addiction.

“Please… please…”

"Are you still not going to tell me?" Xing Qingwu asked coldly.

The magician's hands trembled slightly, his soul floating unsteadily like a tattered membrane. He clenched his teeth and whispered, "I... you... you must sign a binding agreement with me to enforce the essay contest. You must not reveal anything."

"You don't think you have the right to negotiate, do you?" Xing Qingfeng's tone was cold. "Of course you can choose not to say it now, but I believe your drug addiction will make you speak up."

"No... If you leak it, I... will die, and you will be in trouble too..." The magician paused and said in a low voice, gritting his teeth, "The magic world will not allow such things to exist..."

"I won't enter into any writing competition with you." Upon hearing this, Xing Qingqiu's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had caught some interesting information. He spoke word by word, his voice carrying an invisible pressure, "But I can promise that the magic world will not connect what you said with you."

"Can...can you give me some time..."

"I'll give you half a minute. My patience is limited."

"I say, I say..." After only a few seconds, the magician seemed to finally realize his current situation and said lamentingly, "The so-called waste is the living sacrifices whose hearts have been removed. Their remaining bodies are of no use to me, but Isidro specifically asked for them. I don't know what to do with them..."

“Whose bodies are they?”

"The purer the bloodline of the local South Americans, the better, especially for magicians. They can use them directly without even having to sacrifice them," the magician said with a slightly trembling voice, his tone almost cold and indifferent. "It's precisely because of the Isidro family's call that we've deliberately preserved some pure-blooded South Americans. Otherwise, finding pure-blooded locals would be incredibly difficult."

"We used the ancient Aztec ritual of human sacrifice to complete the initial processing of the sacrifice," the magician paused, swallowing nervously, "and removed the heart and preserved it as a magic material—"

"—Our family combined our own ceremonial clothing-making techniques to develop a special elixir."

A look of despair and numbness appeared on the magician's face. Even Xing Qingqi's increasingly cold gaze failed to move him in the slightest, as if he had become numb.

Xing Qingfu remained silent, just staring at him with cold eyes, as if he was oblivious to these horrifying contents. But in fact, his fingers unconsciously tightened slightly, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"The reason our family has been able to continue despite the complete blockage of our magic circuits is thanks to the technology used to create this magic ceremonial garment," the magician continued, his face pale and his eyes glazed. "This is the elixir that can transform ordinary humans into magicians—"

"——Once injected into the spinal cord, it can quickly form a pseudo-magic circuit. We call it 'Magic Spinal Fluid'."

Xing Qingyu was slightly stunned, a wave of incredible shock suddenly passing through his heart. The anger that had been simmering in his heart was suppressed at this moment, replaced by sudden astonishment.

An extremely complicated expression appeared on his face, which was as ridiculous as if he had seen a villager suddenly handing him the blueprints of a nuclear fusion reactor.

If the Matou family had possessed this technology back then, they wouldn't have to worry about clogged magic circuits. Waver wouldn't have turned evil because of a poorly written paper and stolen Kayneth's relic, leading to his current status as El-Melloi's slave.

Oh no, it seems inevitable that Weber will become El-Melloi's slave.

That's fine.